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It's been a while since I've written some stuff for you guys. Though I'd toss my readers a bone
Chaplain Telaeus of the Ultramarines turned to face the seventh and eight companies assembled before him. He had trained with the brothers before him for the past five decades, and he knew each and every one of them.
“Brothers,” he began as his voice sounded over the vox channel to the earpieces in their helmets. “These traitors are formidable enemies, and they have murdered our brothers of the Third Lightbringers Company and the guardsmen of the planetary defense force. It is high time that the Emperor’s wrath is brought down upon them. Do not falter, for hesitation is weakness. Stand resolute in his name my brothers, for by his light we shall purge this world of the heretics.”
Telaeus led the two companies forward, his weapons drawn and held ready in case the Word Bearers decided to show themselves. Three ours ago he had received a request from Commander Luchetto to move to the coordinates of Captain Braswell’s last transmission. The message had been garbled and almost unreadable, but Telaeus was positive that Braswell’s position had been overrun.
By Telaeus’ side were Inquisitor Ictus Voterus and his retinue of followers. Voterus was a tall, imposing man who had fought alongside the Ultramarines for the past five years. The Seventh and Eight companies had been assigned to his command, as a personal favor from Marneus Calgar, the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines. At first the assignment had chafed at Telaeus; the thought of bending his knee to a mere mortal, not even a son of Ultramar, was unthinkable. However, Voterus had proven his worth on the battlefield time and time again, and Telaeus was proud to call him his comrade.
Voterus wore a white storm coat and green cloak, both lined with gold trimmings, and a suit of specially crafted armor underneath the cloth. The armor, despite being very lightweight, was unbelievably strong, offering Voterus the same protection that the Astartes received from their ceramite power armor. Strapped to his waist were a simple bolt pistol and two extra clips of ammunition. He bore his powerful daemon hammer diagonally across his back so that head of the weapon almost reached the left side of his belt. Many a foe had met his end at the hands of Voterus’ deadly weaponry.
Telaeus vox unit beeped as the forward scouting party contacted him. “Go ahead,” he said as he set the channel to the scout unit’s frequency.
“Sir,” Sergeant Mika’s voice replied shakily, “I think you should take a look at this. Perhaps the Inquisitor as well.”
“Very well Sergeant, I will be there shortly.”
“My Lord,” Telaeus said as he turned to Voters, “The scouts have found something that they believe warrants your attention. Shall we proceed to their position?”
“Yes, we’ll do that,” Voterus replied with a curt nod as he glanced down at the map his auspex drew of the surrounding area.
When the pair arrived at Sergeant Mika’s position they saw a field littered with the bodies of fallen guardsmen. The ground was a dark red, the product of the mixing of copious amount of blood with mud. The smell alone was enough to force a man to his knees, but Inquisitor Voterus forced himself to remain on his feet as he fumbled for his rebreather; how he envied the Ultramarines for the augmentations that allowed them to stand that awful smell.
“Fan out and search the area for hostiles,” Voterus ordered as he held his pistol in both hands, aimed low at the ground before him.
A slight breeze ruffled his cloak and for a second the Inquisitor could have sworn he had heard a weak voice riding on the wind. His left hand absent-mindedly fell to his side as he touched the purity seal on his belt. With the Chaplain and scouts trailing behind him, Voterus pressed forward towards the hill near the center of the battlefield. From where he was standing, the Inquisitor could see some sort of structure, perhaps a monument of sorts. Such monuments could potentially provide a great wealth of knowledge concerning the powers of Chaos, and as a radical Voterus always sought to turn Chaos against itself, but such methods were frowned upon and could result in excommunication, so he ordered the Ultramarines to hold their position and watch out for any possible Chaos assaults.
As he climbed the hill, he saw that the structure was of a dark red tinge, most likely covered in dried blood. Upon closer examination however, he saw that there were specks of white beneath the red, so he wiped one gloved hand across its surface, and found the sigil of the Lightbringers. He smashed a vial of blessed water on the monuments’ surface, washing away the blood and revealing the fused blue and silver armor of the Lightbringers’ Third Battle Company.
All of a sudden the wind picked up, kicking up dust all around him. Voterus’ eyes narrowed as he heard a cackle behind him, and as he turned he holstered his pistol and drew his daemon hammer with his forward momentum. Standing before him, inside the whirling vortex of dirt and blood, was a man in terminator armor that still bore the Lightbringers’ iconography. His body glowed with a sickly green aura, which flared around his fleshless skull, which sat crookedly on his shoulders as if it had been removed and reattached. On his forehead burned an eight-pointed star, which looked as if it had been engraved into the bone with some kind of blade.
“You have no place here Inquisitor, turn back now or you will regret it,” the corpse said as it projected its voice into Voterus’ head; it’s burnt jaw flapped uselessly without the muscles needed for vocal communication.
“It is you who has no right to be here daemon. Be gone from this place,” Voterus answered with a steely tone as he smashed the apparition’s head from its shoulders with his daemon hammer.
The wind died down, allowing the Space Marines to push their way through the swirling dirt. One of the scouts made the sign of the aquila as he saw the terrible monument. The wind had blown away the darkened blood, revealing a mass of armor and flayed skin bearing arcane symbols that made the Voterus’ stomach lurch.
“My Lord, are you alright?” Talaeus asked with genuine concern. “What just happened?”
“The Emperor protects Chaplain,” Voterus responded tersely. “Have a Thunderhawk dispatched to transfer my team here for the collection and destruction of this monument. Scouts, avert your gaze from this wretched object. Telaeus, tend to them. The sight they have just witnessed was a moral threat.”
“Aye my Lord,” Talaeus responded as he called for the Thunderhawk and ordered his scouts to rejoin the main force. The monument was not destined for destruction, but what Talaeus did not know would not hurt him. Such was the prerogative of an Inquisitor.
Last edited by 10th Lyran; May 20th, 2007 at 08:37.
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As always Lyran, it's fantastic.
I am curious though, could you compile all of the stories in a blog or something like that? It'd make reading it easier.
How would I do that?
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Simply start a blog and hyperlink all of your old ones. When ever you make a new story, start another blog.
As always, simply fantastic writing. Good to know even the Ultramarines are a little psyched out by Chaos. I sense something's gonna happen to Voterus, whether he just dies, or is corrupted or something. Anyways, awesome work.
Originally Posted by Brett on Quidditch[ 1500pt. Chaos List, C&C! ]
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Lyan my friend, my comrade I've been away too long. I'm sorry it took me a while to get back onto LO - but I intend to be on it much longer, and hopefully even give Poodle a few headaches ^_~
For those of you who recognise Lyran's greatness.
LINK - Here you will find a post I made containing ALL of Lyran's stories. He needs no blog, for I record it all. (Dusk Phantoms - Chapter I)